Girl on the street

On one cloudy night you came
while it felt as all the world
was rushing by
and cars were driving
up and down in the street.

You’re pretty face
was wet from the rain
and you were sheltering
next to a lighted display windowpane.

Some innocence was in your eyes,
but it was clear that you
had experienced life
and a shared cigarette was enough
to bring you close to me.

You kissed me without any reason
and your desire was burning,
on your hot soft lips
and you smiled
and hugged me for a moment.

I smelled your perfume
and your soft hair
brushed my face
and you were sweet and hot,
and a car stopped
and you had simply left.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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